Chapter 2

Brent and I talked a while ago, but I still haven't recovered from what I found out. I wondered why my husband’s salary suddenly increased, and with the said amount, I did not need to edit a pay slip. 

But why am I not happy? I felt like he was mine, and I didn't like feeling like I was jealous of him. While my co-workers were celebrating inside Red Box, I was not being myself. Only Brent and its revelation filled my mind, and my anxiety could not escape Lorena's gossiping eye.

"Did you have a fight with Brent?"

"Not at all," I answered quickly so that it stopped immediately because I still needed to think properly.

"I noticed that you were thinking deeply," Lorena said.

"Until now, I still can't believe the promotion," I lied to the woman to make her stop.

"You'll get used to it," she said, and I just nodded.

"Excuse me, huh? I'm just going to get some food."

And even though Lorena didn't nod, I immediately stood up and left the room we rented. The food was on the other side of the reception area, and I still had to bring it to the poker room, where my friends were happily singing along to the videoke. 

Mr. Chavez went home a while ago. Chavez and Miss Rona, so it's like we got out of the cage and lost. I would have liked to go first, but the room was already paid for until twelve o'clock at night, and it would be a shame if we wouldn’t consume it. 

Also, it's almost time again. Two hours later, the taxi I took was in front of our house in Keiraville Heights. I drank a little too much, so I didn't immediately notice the group of men drinking on the terrace. When I entered the gate, I was greeted by Brent. He was already drunk based on my observation.  

"Sorry, I am late." I apologized for coming home late before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay, I'm not bored waiting for you."

He really won't be bored because they have fun while drinking, eh? 

"You ordered food?" I asked him when I noticed the red bucket from a fast food restaurant.

"Yup, we'll order more later," the man replied, and I just smiled.

"Ah, okay, enjoy it; I'm just going to change clothes," I said, and when Brent followed me, his friends laughed at us. 

I was the one who was embarrassed by what he did because I admitted that Brent had bad intentions. That's how men are when they drink alcohol. All of a sudden, it's going to be hot in bed.

"Go back there," I begged him because I was in no mood to have sex with my husband. Also, I've noticed lately that when he's drunk, he doesn't hesitate to insert his finger into me, and I don't want that. I'm especially uncomfortable, and he doesn't know. 

"Just one," he told me. 

"Are you crazy? They will know," I said in a low voice because the nanny in the other room didn't want to hear us either.

"Let them be jealous," answered Brent. 

He helped me undress, and when my nakedness was exposed in front of him, he caressed my breasts without hesitation. One of the reasons I don't want to touch him when he's drunk was that he's rough.

It would be okay if it tasted good and didn't hurt, but usually it just hurts. Most of the time, my nipple would be injured just by being so horny. My brain didn't want it, but my heart screamed otherwise. I don't want to hurt his pride and be insulted because I refused to do it with him. 

Since we got married, it has never happened that I turned him down whenever he wanted to make love with me.That's why, while our relationship lasted, our issue was not only our income but also our sexual life as a couple. Because I'm never satisfied with what he does. It hurts to admit it, but Brent was selfish when it comes to that matter. He doesn't care that I have needs too. 

"Slowly," I begged him when I felt the roughness of his movements.

"Sorry," the man said and turned me away.

He said sorry, but he was not sincere. He just inserted his masculinity into me. No foreplay even took place! I winced in pain because I wasn’t even ready to take him! 

I just let him be until he fired his lust inside my body. He didn't even ask me if I was satisfied or not.

"I love you so much," I said, and I hugged him tightly. 

"I love you too, Kylie." He told me and gave me a kiss on the lips before telling me to go to bed first.

When the man got out, I quickly went to the bathroom and washed my body. I don't want to go to sleep with his smell still clinging to my body. As the water rushed from the shower onto my body, I closed my eyes and asked myself over and over how much longer I could put up with Brent.

We are somehow happy, but my husband is sometimes difficult to deal with. It hurts me to pretend that I'm satisfied every time we have sex, even though I'm not. That's why I can't really hurt his feelings.

Before going to bed, I looked at my daughter in his bed. Karla looked similar to Brent, and our friends say it's because I love the man so much. It's true that I love Brent very much, and I'm willing to do anything to make him happy. I don't know what time the man came in, but I just woke up when I felt his hot tongue between my thighs. I gasped for air and automatically grabbed his hair with one of my hands.

"Brent..." I moaned into him as he began to explore my womanhood the way I wanted.